has it really been one year, since ive kissed your lovely face, and asked you 'what are you so afraid of?' and we became fearless from that moment on. our past and our future synthesized to a realm of sweet nothingness and we are present to each other.

a year passes without hesitation and i can barely stop to smell the roses, the lilacs, the heavenly scent of a not too overwhelming perfume. another year passes and i still miss you the same, just like i always, have, will, and do. 

fuck my emo ass self.